Addiction
I left my phone in a mobile phone shop to charge (dead battery), while I sit here in this internet cafe and feed my internet addiction. To prevent random strangers from calling Alaska (or any other exotic remote destination having the potential for four-digit phone bills), I removed my SIM card. Effectively, I killed my phone.
And now, every time a phone rings, I think it is the ghost of my phone singing the ringtone of my guilt, calling (to) me. I feel disconnected, incomplete without my darling Nokia 8210. I feel like we are lovers that have had an argument of the screaming-oneself-hoarse calibre. I feel like a repentent adulterer. I feel broken without my other half.
Now would be the time to ring up, cry and make up, but my phone is charging.